To be a hopeless romantic in a time when romance is dead,
Is truly a sad state of affairs in matters of the heart and the head.
While others’ concerns are twerking, *******, fashion and tweeting,
My concern is for finding a reason for my heart’s very beating.
Yes, the world’s no longer worried about love and romance.
No one writes letters, really talks, cuddles or holds hands.
Nowadays it’s all just friends with benefits and hanging out,
And it seems that everyone forgot what love is really all about.
There’s no courting, no dating, no gestures straight from the heart.
It’s all about how fast someone can get someone else’s legs apart.
Well, that’s not me and maybe I’m old fashioned or a *****,
But all the stuff that’s part of hooking up just seems rude.
No, I want the mush and the gush and all the sweetness too.
I want the courting and dating that leads into the I love you’s.
I want hand-holding, cuddling, and everything in between,
Letters and phone calls and to be treated like a queen,
But all I ever get is rejection and forever ignored,
Or I’m approached by men who leave me annoyed or bored.
There’s no brain or no heart inside of their soul,
And I know that these men cannot be the other half of my whole.
They put forth no effort and leave after my big heart’s revealed.
My heart’s been broken so much it’s a wonder it ever healed.
I’m tired of being hurt and constantly getting burned.
All that I want is to give my love and to be loved in return.

I gave too much, for all too little
dinlemek
in the end, it was okay.
استمع
Nothing lost, nothing gained,
ακούω
and nothing left to say.
बात सुनो

But
Почуй мене

If I speak, will you listen?

O incomparable Giver of life, cut reason loose at last!

Let it wander grey-eyed from vanity to vanity.

Shatter open my skull, pour in it the wine of madness!

Let me be mad, as You; mad with You, with us.

Beyond the sanity of fools is a burning desert

Where Your sun is whirling in every atom:

Beloved, drag me there, let me roast in Perfection!

Love is the cure,
for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain
until your eyes constantly exhale love
as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.”

I’m drenched
in the flood
which has yet to come

I’m *******
in the prison
which has yet to exist



Not having played
the game of chess
I’m already the checkmate



Not having tasted
a single cup of your wine
I’m already drunk



Not having entered
the battlefield

I’m already wounded and slain



I no longer
know the difference
between image and reality



Like the shadow
I am

And

I am not

Is it your face
that adorns the garden?

Is it your fragrance
that intoxicates this garden?

Is it your spirit
that has made this brook
a river of wine?



Hundreds have looked for you
and died searching
in this garden
where you hide behind the scenes.



But this pain is not for those
who come as lovers.

You are easy to find here.

You are in the breeze
and in this river of wine.

      These spiritual window-shoppers,
      who idly ask, 'How much is that?' Oh, I'm just looking.
      They handle a hundred items and put them down,
      shadows with no capital.

       What is spent is love and two eyes wet with weeping.
      But these walk into a shop,
      and their whole lives pass suddenly in that moment,
      in that shop.

       Where did you go? "Nowhere."
      What did you have to eat? "Nothing much."

       Even if you don't know what you want,
      buy something, to be part of the exchanging flow.

       Start a huge, foolish project,
      like Noah.

       It makes absolutely no difference
      what people think of you.

At last you have departed and gone to the Unseen.
What marvelous route did you take from this world?

Beating your wings and feathers,
you broke free from this cage.
Rising up to the sky
you attained the world of the soul.
You were a prized falcon trapped by an Old Woman.
Then you heard the drummer's call
and flew beyond space and time.

As a lovesick nightingale, you flew among the owls.
Then came the scent of the rosegarden
and you flew off to meet the Rose.

The wine of this fleeting world
caused your head to ache.
Finally you joined the tavern of Eternity.
Like an arrow, you sped from the bow
and went straight for the bull's eye of bliss.

This phantom world gave you false signs
But you turned from the illusion
and journeyed to the land of truth.

You are now the Sun -
what need have you for a crown?
You have vanished from this world -
what need have you to tie your robe?

I've heard that you can barely see your soul.
But why look at all? -
yours is now the Soul of Souls!

O heart, what a wonderful bird you are.
Seeking divine heights,
Flapping your wings,
you smashed the pointed spears of your enemy.

The flowers flee from Autumn, but not you -
You are the fearless rose
that grows amidst the freezing wind.

Pouring down like the rain of heaven
you fell upon the rooftop of this world.
Then you ran in every direction
and escaped through the drain spout . . .

Now the words are over
and the pain they bring is gone.
Now you have gone to rest
in the arms of the Beloved.

The moon has become a dancer
at this festival of love.
This dance of light,

This sacred blessing,
This divine love,
beckons us
to a world beyond
only lovers can see
with their eyes of fiery passion.

They are the chosen ones
who have surrendered.
Once they were particles of light
now they are the radiant sun.

They have left behind
the world of deceitful games.
They are the privileged lovers
who create a new world
with their eyes of fiery passion.